Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.